Commentary by Henry Chettle:

He that so well could sing the fatall strifeBetween the royall Roses White and Red,That prais'd so oft Eliza in her life,His Muse seemes now to dye, as she is dead:Thou sweetest song-man of all English swaines,Awake for shame, honour ensues thy paines....

No lesse do thou (sweet Coridon)The Theame exceedeth Edwards Isabel.Forget her not in Poly-Albion;Make some amends, I know thou lovdst her well.Thinke twas a fault to have thy Verses seenePraising the King, ere they had mournd the Queen.